Hushed Willows And through the merry flowers of June

Wellp, this was a complete and utter failure of an interaction. It was obvious that he wasn't giving her anything, and instead of trying harder, as Lily might once have done. . .she was too pregnant and too cranky for this bullshit. At least she could say that she tried. He couldn't throw lack of trying in her face, at least not as of late.

I'll let you get back to whatever you were up to, Lily responded, her voice warm in spite of it all. Take care, Mali.

She padded off, hips swinging a little. It was only after she had retreated far from the almost-seraph that she let down her guard, allowing the storm cloud to roll over her. She had failed with him, again. And if she couldn't get through to him, she didn't know if anyone could.